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    Dora got bandages and worked on her husband’s arm and leg. There was a lot of blood. The first thing the two girls had done was scream. The second thing they did was start crying. Now they were silent, just watching it, how their mother was on her knees patching up their father, how Ryan just stood there with his Winchester. “You shouldn’t have shot him, mister,” the wife said.
    “He shouldn’t have shot my daughter.”
    She just shook her head, looked at her husband’s wounds again. Griff had his eyes closed. He’d tried to stand up several times but his wife wouldn’t let him. He lay on the kitchen floor now with his head propped on three dishtowels she’d rolled up for a pillow. Tess, the youngest girl, said, “I don’t like you.”
    Ryan said, “Well, I like you. I like all little girls. Every single one of them.”
    “You hurt my papa.”
    “Well, he hurt somebody I cared about very much.”
    “Who?”
    “My own little girl.”
    “Tess get over here,” her mother said.
    “How come Eloise can’t come over with us?”
    Her mother said, “The man won’t let her.”
    “How come?”
    “Get over here, Tess.”
    “My papa didn’t hurt nobody,” Tess said, and then kind of ambled over to stand next to her mother.
    Ryan gripped Eloise’s shoulder tight again and said, “I’m going to walk out of here with her now, ma’m.”
    “No!”
    The woman jumped to her feet.
    Her husband’s eyes opened and the man tried to struggle to his feet. This time his wife didn’t stop him.
    Tess, sensing all the alarm, started sobbing. “What’s he going to do, Mama?”
    “Be quiet.” The woman glared at Ryan. “No matter what happened, mister, my daughter don’t deserve to be treated like this.”
    “Neither did my daughter.”
    “You let her go, you bad man,” Tess said.
    Griff had now managed to get himself upright. He was white from loss of blood and pasty-looking. His eyes didn’t quite focus.
    There was blood all over his clothes. “I told you, Ryan. Take me. I’m the one you want.”
    “No, Griff. This will be worse. Taking your daughter. Then you’ll know what I’ve been going through.”
    And with that, he picked the girl up and tucked her under his arm. He was strong enough to hold her even when she wriggled. He backed out of the kitchen to the stairs.
    To the woman he said, “I’m sorry about this, ma’m. But it’s the only way.”
    Eloise started screaming.
    Ryan got one step down the back stairs and then two steps and then he moved quickly out the door.
    
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